Street Review

JACOB BROWN

MY PASSING TRAIN

The train rolls by constantly

Outside my prison cell.
That train is always taunting me
Here in my prison hell.
I hear its steel wheels whining
Down that long train track.
Behind the walls that confine me
I hear it go forth and back.
Its whistle sometimes calling
Those walls can’t stop its sound.
Always constant never stalling
I feel its rumble in the ground.
One day I’ll be on that train
One day that’s not too far.
One day when freedom reigns
Riding by on that train’s car.